Dj Muggs - Decisions, Decisions Lyrics
Atlanta: gateway to the southVerse 1: big gippIts a stray man, living in these veins manSuckin on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chainsTake the wind out thruWe never wash away the pain, so let the stain soakWhos in the wave? I dids fingertipsCarry language computer, ray had dad removedSwimsuits with green bagsIm on the corner with my butt up, sellin you productWomen puttin theyself in positions to get cut upHook:Up outcha guts, fear, up for what?Nothin but them goodieVerse 2: t-buOsmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crushCaught in the crossfire between yankees and 49ersRivals, but the south remain calmNeutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each others livesOver colours and thangs, that they can bringTo the next plain, but the toots in blue, badgesWho are the biggest gangs?In babylon, dyin slowly but surelyMalicious drivers with hairpin triggersOn the loose like juiceAnd white america couldnt stand itLapd plannin incriminatin evidenceJurors under jag orderBut we talkin outside the courtroomsShootin birds at the judges***** teks and go and plug us out on racial slursDestroyin documents or complaints from black workersChorus:The battles no longer physical, its from withinYou live to die and you die to live againBut you cant win for losing, what sides are you choosin?Decisions, decisions to makeDecisions, decisions to makeVerse 3: khujo, cee-loLegalise the dope and make paperThink its time to pull another caperOutta my bag of tricksThese niggas aint recognisin how they usin us to get richNiggas dyin and shitI putta, broke my back for the *? scress? *Thats what I did when I was a kidAlways had the thought of doin a bidIn the back of my mind, a life of crimeWas the last resort, I knew that goin to court drama wasnt likelyI nicked scrimis like a chemistCookin up a pan like the witch doctorStroll beside cha like a thousand voltsOver the edge pf the hope with the cia sellin cokeTo make them bloat, float up the river key louieLiquor sipper as I strategise a plan to infiltrate the crookedNew, what? , ways to live a lifeWho we got to fight?Kid, it bite, are you dyin tonight?Relentless realism regardless representsSouth west goes out, possess the manifest thats heaven sentWhats said is meant to the fullest extentNo nonsense because my conscience wouldnt be contentBut just a little wealth, a little fameBut your mind-frame will keep you living the sameAnd its a shame that niggas would settle with the ghettoHuh, hoes have some clothes that aint makin what you supposeLet your eyes close to what your contract showsAnd fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spentYou content cuz, you do what everybody doesThe industry that change you from the person you wasKnee-deep in the struggleTwo part-time jobs to juggleGotta lady and a c that you cant hardly feedAny day your life could end so you dependOn the reciting and the writing when you got the spare time to spendTo keep you stable, hopin one day youll be ableTo be a commodity on somebodys record labelGot your chance, twenty thousand dollar advanceAnd a car and all of a sudden you a star at the barBallin, callin the waiter to bring one of they finest winesThen you started snortin lines, your life definesThe misconception of stayin downYou cant be influenced by everybody you hang roundYou shoulda been more appreciativeOf the life that you were blessed to liveA hundred percent is what you got to giveCos aint no tellin, yo bullshit start smellinAnd you wonder why your record aint sellinNo more, endin up with no doughAnd no respect back in the projectsAnd building 23, right next door to me, hehehehChorusHook
